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A log of love

He was yet another geek. Being a busy soul, he was chatting, checking his mail, listening to music, surfing at ease, watching live scores and attending to his work. More often than not, he prided himself on his multi-tasking skills. Yes, he was a creature of the modern times. One day, he was googling on cycle thieves and he spotted a post on a blog. It was link at first sight. He was impressed with the way the girl expressed herself. He read all her posts from the first year and started to like her more and more. He wanted to associate with her. Lo, he jumped onto the comments page and said, “Hey, I like the way you write. Keep writing!” On his way back home, he was reading her every word in his mind. It had been long since he read any thing and this girl was like a fresh whiff of air stimulating his senses.

She liked comments on her posts and so she said, “Thanks. Welcome.” and forgot all about it. He was excited that he had got a reply for his first comment ever. The next day he was inspired to have his own blog. He set up one and made a quick post. He went to her latest post and mentioned his blog space. In the blogosphere, guests are highly respected and hospitality is virtuous. It is customary to reciprocate visits and comment too. She dropped on to his blog and made a namesake comment. They were in different time zones and so he saw her words the next day. He wanted to write more for her. He told his brother about these incidents faithfully.

His comments on her posts soon started getting personal. He was warm, courteous and pretty affectionate. She liked the attention. His posts became better as days went by. Their blogs were increasingly popular more for the comments they traded. After a couple of weeks, she sent a mail to him. They exchanged mails for just a day. Their comfort levels had increased exponentially. It seemed that they were long lost bosom pals. From posts to mails to chats to calls, they progressed quick and fast. The fact that both of them stayed away from home helped. He stayed late at office and browsing centers to stay in touch. She had always laughed at faceless interaction and here she was in an engrossing virtual relation.

They maintained that they were good friends. To celebrate three months of their friendship, they inaugurated a joint blog. Boy, that was the most awaited event in the blogsphere. The posts now progessed to a higher plane and their readership soared. Who does not like warm tales of banter, with a decent amount of pulling cheering up their days? Four months later, she sent a teddy and chocolates on his birthday. He was at his office and was disappointed with her choice of gifts and he spoke harshly when she called to wish him. When he reached his rented flat, he found a cake from the best baker in town, a bouquet of the choicest flowers, a couple of books he always wanted to read and the latest gadget he had eyed on. He ran to the nearest browsing center and thanked her for five minutes at a stretch, without letting her speak a word. She was happy at his happiness.

It was time for her birthday. Could he come up with some thing better? He mailed a couple of her friends. When it was midnight there, it was mid-noon here.

“Boy, ISD?”. “Yes, sir”.

“Hey, happy birthday”. “$#@#$@#”

“Open your door”.

All her friends were standing, with a card holding one letter in her name each. They helped her to another room, where they cut the cake. His gift was an Indian post card, with just three numbers.

[To be continued…]

[This post is inspired by the countless souls in Tamil cinema, who have treated us to every form of love, the long distance, love at first shoot, telepathic, psychopathic, physiotherapic, dumb, deaf, blind, calf, puppy, …]

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  1. A
    18 December 2005 at 1:26 am

    Ah, plagiarism, plagiarism! You stole my post idea on bicycle thieves for the opening of your story :-(! Hmm, waiting to see what kollywood-ending the story will have!

  2. Me
    18 December 2005 at 5:39 am

    pudhu template…pudhu style la post…kalakara sparkey…

    i have seen this kind of stuff in sk’s blog…inga idhu maadhri….enna vishayam….u thinking abt bharathi…:p

  3. sk
    19 December 2005 at 8:46 am

    Dude, awesome template! Like the fonts.

    Go on with the love log 😀 What is the inspiration for this story??

    I used to write such stories when I was smitten by love, guess spark is now 😛

  4. Jax
    19 December 2005 at 10:42 am


  5. gopi
    19 December 2005 at 11:11 am


  6. 26 December 2005 at 3:05 pm

    It sounds too real to be false ;P

  7. 28 December 2005 at 6:43 am

    Me, you don’t forget bharathi. do you?

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